Nnwom 10
1 Adɛn, Awurade, na wugyina akyirikyiri saa? Adɛn na wode wo ho ahintaw wɔ amanehunu mmere mu yi?
Why do you stand, Lord, so far away, hiding yourself in times of trouble?
2 Omumɔyɛfo de ahantan taataa mmɔborɔfo, wɔn a ne nneyɛe mfiri yiyi wɔn no.
The wicked, in their pride, are pursuing the helpless: let them be caught in the schemes they have plotted.
3 Ɔde nea ne koma hwehwɛ hoahoa ne ho; ohyira odifudepɛfo na oyi Awurade ahi.
For the wicked boasts of their wanton greed; the robber despises the Lord, and curses him,
4 Ahantan nti omumɔyɛfo nhwehwɛ Awurade; ne nsusuwii mu no Onyankopɔn nsi hwee.
in wicked pride, thinks: God doesn’t care, God doesn’t call to account.
5 Nʼakwan nyinaa mu odi yiye; ɔma ne ho so, na wo mmara mfa no ho; na odi nʼatamfo nyinaa ho fɛw.
Never a season that they do not prosper; your judgments are far above out of their sight: they scoff at their foes.
6 Ɔka kyerɛ ne ho se: “Hwee remma minhinhim; mʼani begye daa, na merenkɔ amanehunu mu da.”
Each says in their heart, “I will never be shaken; I will live for all time untouched by misfortune.”
7 Nnome, atoro ne ahunahuna ahyɛ nʼanom ma; Ɔhaw ne mmusu hyɛ ne tɛkrɛma ase.
Their mouths are full of deceit and oppression: under their tongues lurks mischief and wrong.
8 Ɔtɛw bɛn nkuraa no; ofi ahintawee kum nea onnim hwee, ohintaw hwɛ wɔn a ɔrehwehwɛ wɔn ayɛ wɔn bɔne no.
Lying in secret in some village ambush, and stealthily watching, they murder the innocent.
9 Ɔte sɛ gyata a wahintaw; ɔtɛw sɛ ɔbɛkyere mmɔborɔni; ɔkyere wɔn twe wɔn ase de wɔn kɔ ne bon mu.
Like a lion that lurks in a secret lair they lurk intending to catch the defenceless; to seize them, to drag them away in their net.
10 Ɔdwerɛw wɔn a ɔkyere wɔn no ma wɔtɔ beraw; na ɔde nʼahoɔden ka wɔn hyɛ.
Their victims are crushed, sink down to the ground. Under their claws the hapless fall.
11 Ɔka kyerɛ ne ho se, “Onyankopɔn werɛ afi; wayi nʼani afi so na onhu.”
The wicked say in their hearts that God has forgotten, has hidden his face, will see nothing.
12 Sɔre, Awurade! Ma wo nsa so, Onyankopɔn. Mma wo werɛ mfi wɔn a wonni aboafo.
Arise, Lord, lift up your hand, do not forget the cry of the wretched.
13 Adɛn nti na omumɔyɛfo yi Onyankopɔn ahi? Adɛn nti na ɔka kyerɛ ne ho se, “Ɔremfrɛ me akontaabu so?”
Why do the wicked treat God with contempt, and say in their hearts, “God doesn’t care”?
14 Nanso wo, Onyankopɔn, wuhu amanehunufo haw; na wayɛ wʼadwene sɛ wobɛhwɛ. Mmɔborɔni de ne ho ma wo; wo na woyɛ ayisaa boafo.
You have seen the trouble and sorrow; you mark it all, and will take it in hand. The hapless can count on you, helper of orphans.
15 Bubu omumɔyɛfo ne ɔbɔnefo aprɛw; frɛ no na ommebu nʼamumɔyɛ ho nkontaa, nʼamumɔyɛ a anka wɔrenhu no.
Break the arm of the wicked and evil: search out their sin, till no more be found.
16 Awurade yɛ ɔhene daa nyinaa; amanaman no bɛyera nʼasase so.
The Lord is king forever and ever: the nations will vanish from his land.
17 Awurade, wutie mmɔborɔfo adesrɛ; wohyɛ wɔn nkuran, na wutie wɔn sufrɛ,
Lord, you have heard the desire of the humble, inclining your ear, strengthening their hearts,
18 na wudi ma ayisaa ne nea wɔhyɛ no so, sɛnea ɛbɛyɛ a ɔdesani a ofi asase mu renhunahuna bio. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo.
rights you have won for the crushed and the orphan, so no one on earth may strike terror again.
